Thunder echoed throughout the rest of the night as the girl patiently lay atop the hotel, shielded by its 2nd roof. She watched the rain smack the concrete roof and calmed down. The downpour could wake sloths, making it impossible for anyone in her position to sleep that night, giving her an alternative reason to stay vigilant. She had to be alert, at arms and readily awaiting her chance. A whole day had gone by, and she might end up abandoning her plan with what seems to be an empty, peaceful, Resistance-less night, with no signs of discourse at all. Unbelievably, her eyes started to slip as she focused on one of the Fortress Keep's windows directly ahead the Royal Hotel by about 100 meters and a few rooftops. She tunnelled into it despite the roaring thunderstorm, slowly losing her consciousness as the sleep-deprived cat burglar started to drift off.

"HAHAHA, ARE YOU READY, LADS?!" Booming from a massive feud, a ragtag team of crystal-wielding freedom fighters exploded into action through a bolstering, chaotic reign of devastation. The Fortress Keep instantly retaliated with a shower of bullets and arrows, and the infinite sources of shields and defenses sprouted from the angry engineer and his allies as an enormous dome shield sprouted impenetrable between them and certain death. She sprang up, wide awake now, and stood to look at the window further, checking to see if guards from within were mobilizing to acquire the imminent threat. Her accurate eyes locked on and witnessed the crossing of many different soldiers and guards going to buy time for the Magistrate. Gathering her daggers and attaching them to the belt of her scraggly jeans and the underside of her coat, she began her heist on the Magistrate's Fortress Keep.

Focusing entirely on her bounds from building to building like a wisp watching a forest burn, she leaped as each building decreased in elevation but lengthened in distance, making the fall a greater and greater height as she ran. Landing on her frail legs, she ignored her pain, currently unprofessional cat burglary, and parkour technique as she observed the gap between the adjacent building and the open window. Now on the final rooftop, littered with withering plants in a strange rooftop garden, she prepared to leap through the open window, until a Magistrate scout instantly appeared out the window, crossbow in hand. She jerked her direction behind a concrete rooftop entrance wall and slammed into it as cover, failing to come to a halt.

After she let out a responsive "Ow," the scout was alerted to the attention of the rooftop entrance on the adjacent building in front of him. Recoiling from the blow, she noticed her bloody, potentially broken nose and grimaced, rising from her slam face-first on the concrete wall.

"Who is that?!" The scout barked with a strong British accent. "Show yourself!"

The girl grabbed her nose and glanced at her bloody hand. Annoyed, she revealed herself with a coy smile from behind the wall, her hands in the air.

"Sorry, I pinched myself on the wall." She lied, trying to shrug off the open wound on her nose.

"Madam…" The scout's stern look faded upon further inspection of her clothing - almost matching royalty - and the untended garden behind her. Fortunately for her, she kept her daggers on the back of her coat, invisible to the scout, who faced her directly. "This district is under attack! Stay inside, now is not the time to tend to your garden!"

"Oh, right away sir!" She pretended to act frail and old on her way to the rooftop entrance door, limping a little. With luck, the door was open, and as she pushed it open it revealed an unkept and shady set of stairs, blackened by its claustrophobic and narrow architecture. There were eight steps to a quarter landing space that travelled to her right into oblivion and mystery as to where it would lead. Seeing this as only temporary she slid into the room for the duration period of the scout's imminent rotation: a solemn eighteen minutes. Standing there, vigilant and completely silent, she counted the seconds, focusing on those instead of her open nose wound. Staring at the opposite end of the wall, she failed to notice the old woman, just her height and size, standing beside her.

"Why, hello there," The woman's soothing and tranquil voice pierced the girl's soul at its inflection, causing her eyes to instantly widen and her neck to jerk up, but she failed to gain the strength to face the sound, continuing to stare at the wall. Gulping and gathering sweat, she ever so slowly looked towards the woman, only moving her neck as her back and arms hugged the wall behind her. Her face was covered in scar tissue, but she still bore a warm, inviting smile. "Are you a part of the Resistance?"

She remained silent and still, lacking the courage to lie as she continued internally panicking to unstable levels. Something was wrong about this woman that terrified her more than any Magistrate scout she's encountered so far.

"Over here," she beckoned her, waving her hand, and pushed a brick against the wall, letting light flee into the darkened room. "He's gone, see? Look."

The girl slowly crept towards the spot, warming up to her a bit as she peered through the hole with one eye. The woman was correct, there wasn't a scout at the window anymore, her chance was now, but she remained still; this wasn't a part of the plan at all.

"For Luna's sake, just go!" The woman pushed her violently out the door and she instantly began running, grinning at the accuracy of the woman as the window lay empty. Seeing the massive gap, the girl was filled with confidence, and lunged across the huge gap, flailing her arms at its distance as she graced the air.